Poem by Mary Wortley Montagu

Written at Lovere, 1755

Wisdom, slow product of laborious years,
The only fruit that life's cold winter bears;
Thy sacred seeds in vain in youth we lay,
By the fierce storm of passion torn away.
Should some remain in a rich gen'rous soil,
They long lie hid, and must be rais'd with toil;
Faintly they struggle with inclement skies,
No sooner born than the poor planter dies. 

1. The Fourth Ode of the First Book of Horace Imitated
2. Epigram, 1734
3. Town Eclogues: Wednesday; the Tête à Tête
4. Addressed to ------, 1736
5. Ballad, on a Late Occurrence

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